So my favorite professor is a freaking genius.
Okay, so we were just kind of talking about random different things today in his office, because he's my favorite professor and really I kind of view him more as a friend who happens to know more than me, and he started telling me about how he hates lobster.
I'm going to note right now, this professor is gay.
Anyway. So he was telling me about how he didn't like it one way, so he tried it another. And another. And another. And another. And eventually... he just had to accept that he simply did not like lobster.
Interesting story, yes?
Well, I was thinking about it today... and I do it with something completely different: dating. I know I like dating girls-- they're fun and they're sweet and they're awesome kissers and okay I'm shutting up right now-- but guys I've never been quite as sure on.
So I've dated all kinds of guys. You name 'em, I've probably dated them. Fat, skinny, tall, short, average, young, old, mature, immature, smart, dumb... and I've just never been happy.
I think I'm just going to have to accept that I don't like guys and let that be the end of it.
Isn't my Shakespeare professor brilliant?!
A stupid story about how he hates lobster gets me to realize I really am 100% gay, that I'm about as straight as everyone at Boston Pride combined... I am seriously in awe of him at the moment. *shakes head*